Bosch

If you close down on me now,

I won't be able to complete the return to duty evaluation.

Come on, doctor. It's a rubber stamp.

It was a good shoot. I'm already back on the job.

And if I don'trubber-stamp it, you'll be pulled off the job.

Last time I was in here, everything I told you about my mother

ended up in open court and on the internet.

Why don't we get out of here, go for a walk?

It's a nice day out.

- Better? - Yeah, I had to get out of that room.

A few nights ago, you went into a tunnel,

which was a much more confined space.

Couldn't have ended better.

Hostage lived, Waits died.

I am concerned about allowing you

to get right back to the job without any kind of break.

Look, doctor. I have an active case.

We're looking for a guy who killed a 12-year-old boy.

I have to stay on it.

My concern is that this stress may build into something quite damaging

before we get to that point.

I'm fine.

Why did you go into that tunnel

without waiting for backup?

I knew Waits was in there. He had a hostage.

Wasn't that reckless?

He wanted me to come in.

It was his end game.

He wanted me to be part of it.

You said that he talked about what you had in common.

Yeah, he kept harping on it,

said we were dogs from the same kennel.

But that didn't mean that we were alike.

He fed a different dog.

A different dog?

That's what they told us at McClaren.

Everyone has two dogs fighting inside of them.

One does the right thing, one doesn't.

The one you choose to feed in the end is the one who wins the fight.

I fed the right one. He didn't.

How do you feel about killing him?

I did what I had to do.

Needed to be done.

And when you found out he pointed an unloaded gun at you?

Look, doc...

Waits committed suicide by cop.

He knew it was over.

He wanted me to kill him.

He wanted me to see what he'd done.

He wanted me to carry all of it.

You know what?

He got what he wanted.

S01E10 Us and Them

Officiant: May Arthur be comforted in the cradle of heaven,

and the abuses he suffered in this world

be healed by his eternal life in the house of the lord.

And let those that loved him know he is now blessed

with the happiness and grace denied him in this world.

Amen.

Peace be with you.

Decided not to file on him.

Let me know if you change your mind.

Please just leave me alone.

I wish I'd never called you people.

Detective.

Thank you for coming.

Why didn't you join us?

I didn't want to intrude on your family.

Family?

I'd hardly call it that, would you?

The man you shot, the serial killer,

did he kill Arthur?

He was lying about it.

We're looking for someone else.

There's something I want to show you.

These are abandoned and orphaned children

Nicholas Trent was supporting through various charities.

The man who killed himself? The... the child molester?

Sent a little money every month.

I don't know.

Maybe he was looking for some redemption,

to atone for what he'd done so many years before.

I'll take care of them.

Thank you, detective.

What are you doing here?

- I'm just paying my respects. - You get away from him.

You want to show Arthur some respect?

Find the fucker who killed him.

Just a matter of time, Mr. Delacroix.

I'll leave you alone.

He never had a chance.

Not with this family.

Not after what I did to it.

I'm asking you.

Will you bring him some justice?

Some justice for my boy?

Ran into a friend of mine last night.

An investigator in the D.A.'s office.

He's been serving subpoenas for a secret grand jury.

Does your friend know what it's about?

Waits.

Everything that happened with Waits.

Thought you should know.

Harry Bosch.

What's up?

Did you make your appointment this morning?

Yeah. Garcia cleared me.

Should be getting the RTD in a day.

Good. What about Stokes?

We're looking for him.

If he's smart, he's in Mexico.

He's on a watch list. Thing is, he isn't smart.

This place is all he knows.

He's still here. I'm sure of it.

All right. Bring him in, clear the case.

- Let's put this behind us. - Yes, ma'am.

What can I do for you, Irv?

So, what is this bullshit about a Waits grand jury?

You don't think I have sources in the courthouse?

Think of it as an insurance policy.

Insurance for what?

I can milk a grand jury for as long as I need to.

You keep the video under wraps,

deliver your part of the three-piece suit,

I win the election, grand jury goes away,

you're the next chief of police.

And if you don't win?

I'm still district attorney

and I still have a grand jury.

Sounds more like a threat than an insurance policy.

Just keep your side of the agreement, and we're all good.

Do I need to remind you

I already hold the high card in this game?

Well, then you really have nothing to worry about,

do you?

I don't see his play.

You got the video.

A grand jury only hears what a prosecutor wants it to hear.

He can do a lot with that.

Sorry. I should've called first.

- This a bad time? - Not at all.

That's the saddest family story I've ever heard.

One of them.

The funeral of a son and brother,

and they couldn't bring themselves

to speak to one another.

Some wounds don't heal.

Somehow, it makes me regret that she ever found that bone.

Maybe it's better certain things stay buried.

Bound to come to light eventually.

Two troubled children.

One kills the other.

What if you don't find him?

Is it good enough just knowing what happened?

Not for me.

Not by a long shot.

What's up?

Bosch: I'm looking over Stokes' probation file.

Twice in the past 10 years he's had the same guy go to bat for him,

guarantee him a job, a place to crash.

Joe Olivas.

Runs a property-management company in East Hollywood.

It's been a few years. Might be worth a shot.

Why not? We got nothing else.

I got to grab this call, Jerry. It's Eleanor.

Meet you at the station.

- Hey. - Eleanor: Harry, Maddie's gone.

- What do you mean she's gone? - I mean she's gone.

I just got home from work and she's gone

and her backpack is missing.

You sure she's not with some friends or something?

She's not answering her phone.

It's on, but she's not picking up.

- I had it lojacked. - That was smart.

She just left the Wayfarer bus depot in Victorville.

I think she's headed for L.A. to see you.

This is all on you, Harry,

telling her she should come visit.

I didn't tell her to jump on a bus, Eleanor.

It doesn't matter. You put the idea in her head.

Just calm down. Let me look at the times.

Okay. The next one from Vegas through Victorville

gets here at 7:30.

I'll be there when she arrives.

- What's up? - I got sidetracked.

Maddie ran away from home. She's on a bus to L.A.

I got to be there when she gets here.

Do what you got to do, partner.

I'll go check on Olivas, see what's what on Stokes.

Maddie.

Harry.

- How did you know? - Both of your parents are cops.

What did you think was gonna happen? Come on.

- Where are we going? - To the airport to meet your mother.

What the hell were you thinking?

Do you have any idea how many runaways

go missing every year?

I wasn't running away. I was coming to see you.

Besides, I have mace.

Do you always carry mace?